“The movies, Saturday…is that a date?” Ashley ask when we get outside to her car.

“Yeah?” I answer getting into her passenger side like she motions for me to.

"You have a girlfriend…” Do I?

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“Fuck!” Ashley yells a little frustrated.

“Calm down.” I tell her, reaching over and grabbing her hand from the steering wheel.

“You have a girlfriend.” Ashley says after a minute.

“I’m going to guess and say that…that was a statement.” Ashley rolls her eyes and taps my hand with her thumb.

“Confirm or deny.”

“No.” I whisper after studying her face. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Hallway girl?” Hallway girl…hallwa…Oh! Morgan! She thinks Morgan and I are together.

“A girl…who’s a friend…I wouldn’t mind her being more.” She likes honesty, I’ll be honest.

“Me?”

“A question mark.” I tell her simply.

“Why?” Damn she needs an answer to everything. That’s just fucking annoying.

“Because I’m still trying to figure out my feeling for you…”

“You think going out with hallway girl will help?”I sigh and look out at the almost empty school parking lot. Damn girl and her damn questions.

“Maybe,” I reply after much thought. I turn to face her. “Morgan. That’s her name. She’s nice and I liked her before I even knew you. I still like her.”I think.

“More then me?” Fuck, shit Fuck. Enough with the questions already!

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” Ashley just nods her head like she understands, then turn her head to look out her window.

“Ash…” I grab her hand again. “I have to go.” I start opening my door. “Are you mad at me?” I ask with one foot out the door and my hand still holding on to hers.

“For what?” She looks over at me confused.

“You know… the date an…”

“No.” She says squeezing my hand. “We’re good.”

“Cool.”

“Wow.”

“Shut up!”

“Wow.”

“Jordan, shut the fuck up.” I push her off my bed and bury my head in my pillow.

It’s Saturday night and Morgan just dropped me off. Our date didn’t suck, but it was defiantly ruined because all I could think about is Ashley. Ashley and her fucking questions. Stupid. Fucking. Questions.

“So Morgan okay?” Jordan asks still giggling while getting off the floor.